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Taehyung steadied his vision on his feet, becoming faster with each placement on the sidewalk. He had never been this confused or frightened in a long time. Everywhere, every thing felt out of place, different. In a bad way, like the eyes that were on him seemed to stare harder.

Maybe he was being watched, he thought as his stomach dropped three floors, descending and giving him this unbearable sting in his belly. He was so unsure of his own instinct, which never seemed to occur to Taehyung.

He kept his eyes alert, his senses sharp. But as he heard rushing footsteps behind him, he broke out into a full on sprint. He did not know if the sound was a mere passing jogger, or much, much worse than that. He did not want to stay close enough the noise to figure out, either.

He neared an alley way, practically diving into the filth of trash and unwanted items that rotted and gave off a horrid odor. He felt the slimy substances underneath him, and he also noticed another man far down the alley. He was laying peacefully in the mucky area. He seemed as if he was also hiding, but it was obvious he had been staying there for multiple days.

Quiet, is how he stayed, his head low, eyes pried open, checking behind him once in a while. The man behind him gave him a quick thumbs up. He disregarded that, turning back to stare between the opening in case the person who was following him would run past. His breathing had dwindled down to a short intake and nothing more.

It was silent, the air, the atmosphere. Until he heard a chuckle, an evil one actually. Sharp fingers, calloused ones, grab his shirt collar and haul him into the air, chilly air surrounds his neck, making him shiver. He closes his eyes, feeling extremely targeted and unsure of why he was even in this position.

"What the hell?" The guy mumbles as he takes a quick glance at Taehyung's face. He put a hand on the boy's chin, lifting it up, causing Taehyung to open his eyes and look directly in his piercing gaze.

"I did not know our target looked so pretty." He stared at Taehyung with evil eyes, his hand tightening on the boy's shirt collar. Taehyung quickly, out of curiosity, turned to look at the guy who was set up behind him, yet, he was gone. It looked like he was long gone as well.

"Stop playing with Jeon's toy." Another man informed, snaking his arm around Taehyung's waist and quickly holding a handkerchief to his mouth. Taehyung tried not to breath, tried to get away from his hold, but before he could make any progress of escaping, he was out like a light, in the arms of a stranger.

Taehyung would never want to wake up like this; being kicked in the gut harshly by a stranger. He never expected it to be real; He wanted all of this to be one of his nightmares. He was mad, his limbs feeling restrained, but maybe that was because of how weak he was.

He was welcomed with a normal, almost scrawny looking dude, who hovered over him with ease. He gave off a gloomy vibe, if he did not want to be there. His eyes were obviously heavy with sleep deprivation. He had that glint in his eyes, the glint of sympathy. Like he had made a mistake of some sort.

"Whats your name?"

The guy asked, almost not even a question, like a statement. The lack of control in his face almost made Taehyung laugh. Then he remember he was not somewhere safe enough to be joking around with his kidnappers.

"V."

The guy dipped his head, grabbing Taehyung's arm and yanking it up, causing his body to listen and follow the force, making him stand on his feet.

"Okay, V. We may seem cruel at first, but you will get used to us. You see, this is all one big misunderstanding, we thought you were- someone else, rather. They looked a lot like you, and we took you instead. We have one problem though, V. You have already seen our faces, you know us, so- you are here to stay, no questions." The boy explained, a look of sympathy still written on his face.

"What?!" Taehyung cried out in frustration and confusion.

"That's the way it goes, V."
The boy patted his shoulder.

"Wait-"

Taehyung called as he noticed the boy start his movements, as he was about to leave the room and enter another.

"Before you got me, I heard something about Jeon, Is it true? Is he the leader?"

The boy raised a brow, almost impressed with Taehyung for knowing something.

"How do you know about Jeon? Are you experienced?" The boy tapped his chin impatiently, his eyes scanning the reckless boy again, maybe he did look familiar.

"I've been in a few gangs, and I've heard Jeon is awful, ruthless, just terrible. Is it true?"

"I did not know I was that bad."

Another voice echoed throughout the room, making the two boys flinch. Glass crunched against the floor as a pair of timberlands marched themselves over to the pair that resided in the dark corner.

"Suga, are you conversing with the prisoners, like I strictly informed you not to do?"

Suga, the boy who was talking with Taehyung, looked up and gave him a lopsided smile, nodding his head as to apologize silently.

"Sorry, Jeon."

"Mhm."

The taller boy crouched down in front of Taehyung, furrowing his eyebrows together and letting out a sigh. He usually could kill any person that he caught by accident, or mistakenly took from their whereabouts faultily, but he could not look at this face and take his life. This one was just too-- beautiful to waste. Besides, he could help with missions, if he wasn't lying of being in a gang before, of course.

"You've heard of Jeon?"

"Y-yes."

Taehyung knew what was happening, he was not an idiot.

The most dangerous mafia leader known to live was crouching right in front of him, eye-to-eye; their gazes locked like it was life or death if they were broken.

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